2 8Balls Nu Breed & Jesse Howard

[Chorus]
Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted
Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

[Verse 1]
I guess I might as well, I got nothin' left to do
No tears in my eyes, I got nothin' left to lose
Little mama, don't cry when you hear the bad news
Tell my kids I said goodbye and never follow in my shoes
I'ma drown in my sorrow, tomorrow may not come
And I'm so sick of this long road, steady on the run
It's like this rivеr dried, the bridge is burnt down
So I'm sittin' at this bar drinkin' round aftеr round
Smokin' cigarettes, reminiscin' on the past
Thinkin' about them good old days when life was a blast, we was
Fast livin', bumpin' "No Limit", we had
Good women, good women, good women
We felt like big stars driving fast cars
But it comes to an end when you end up behind them bars
Nobody sends you mail, nobody sets your calls
Now you down on your bars like motherfuck it all